[Talking]
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Shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating,
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Yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better.
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[Verse 1]
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Walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing
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Rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats
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Only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the fuck wanna die old
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On this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt
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It's better then living searchin treasure
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That only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing me
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Ain't no hope left in me
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Live everyday like it's my last
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Waitin' to meet my niggaz that passed
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At last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the cross
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Here these stupid motherfuckers, they still lost
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I'll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights
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And nights he thought he would die, what did he do
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Did he grab his gun and a bust shot?
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Get on my knees praise Big and go fuck with Pac
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Find out did he really take 5 shots
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Ask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds?
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Couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggaz ain't braille
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Like that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain't fight back
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[CHORUS (3X)]
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If you had a choice,life or death
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What would you choose
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If you had a choice
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[Verse 2]
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Life ain't real its a dream we see tomorrow
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Reality, shit that's pain and sorrow
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Reality, disaster beat breaks,
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A little girl up in the projects gettin raped
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Reality's a nigga gettin rock shot 41 times
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And you askin why I run from one time
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I don't even get justice,
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Nigga sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind
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Reality's fucked up, like a hard workin mother, losing her job
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The battle of good and evil
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Like the devil, ain't losing for god, we on lucifer's squad
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Not knowing what the fuck it all mean
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I can't even, get a can of sardines
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Niggaz driving bentley's, burning money, I'm yearnin money
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Taking your shit, I'm earning money
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Yet you call me a thief I call me a broke nigga trying to eat
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On this earth suffering, why its like that
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Guess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve
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[CHORUS (3X)]
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If you had a choice
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[Verse 3]
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Hold your latex, from nuns I take sex,
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Play chess, with the devil from the sky
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Like rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow
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Beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I need some help ox
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See them meadow officers watchin' myself rot
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Ice pick and cell blocks
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Hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanes
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Niggaz that know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter
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Slice birthday cakes with box cutters
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I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, reality
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Observe me, on a journey puttin niggaz on gurneys till I meet my maker
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And I need my ama ? fuck Guiliani and Howard Seiffler
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[CHORUS (3X)]
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If you had a choice
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Martyr
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| Shyne |
